The scene was enough to give one a tooth ache. Some people might find it adorable and heart warming but not Xigbar. His heart had been removed to make room for the sarcasm and snark. Oh, and due to the trespasses against nature and inhumane experiments. But mostly, the sarcasm.
Instead the sniper focused on the more interesting thing in the room, the drinks four-eyes had brought. Snatching up the bottle, he crossed the small distance to the bed, sitting down with his elbows rested loosely on his knees. A tip, perhaps, Xigbar: people looked taller without the terrible posture.
"Yeah, yeah. She is fine, he is fine, we are all fine. Lets drink."